It just occured to me that this poem could be talking about C&C. -- Carrots and Celery... AND MORE!

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Date Posted: 13:35:36 07/27/04 Tue
Author: Blue
Subject: It just occured to me that this poem could be talking about C&C.

WARNING: THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF AVRIL.

Dreams of Home and Paradise
Today I sit sipping
two-day-old coffee
as I write out a letter
I'll never have the nerve
to send

"How's life out there
on your submarine.
Embraced by water,
do you miss these mountians,
do you dream of open
skies under which you rode
for hours. I did.

"The call of trails and trees
drove me to drive away
from the seaside paradise
That I now call home.
I escaped this rocky solitude.
When I faced the Sierra's
I ran as fast as I could for the coast.
But I returned.

"Did you escape too?
Is that why you
never write or call
or even acknowledge we once
slept in one bed
and huddled together
for comfort.
With one smile
you thawed icy resolve
to never fall in love.
You bastard broke
down walls erected
for protection. And then
when I laid raw and bleeding
prostrate before you,
you ran.
And then so did I.

"Maybe I ran first.
I know I was always
looking for some evidence
that I could not trust you,
that after all the times
we laughed and played
You hated me still.
Thank god you betrayed me,
or else I think I still would love you.
I don't you know.
That part of me is buried.
(Though not completely dead.)

"The last time I saw you,
(by the way, your girlfriend is pretty)
you looked exactly the same.
That scared me,
How can you not have changed these years?
What youth was killed so you could
remain 17? Without you I had
to grow up a little.
If I'd kept you,
would I have stayed the same too?
Would we, the ones made of fire,
have at last been frozen in one place?
So this is goodbye
to my love. I finally moved on,
I escaped. Now so can you.

"But if you ever
want to stop by
for any sort of reason.
Yo know where I am,
I'll be here,
at home waiting
For the nerve to run away again."

One hour later, I will watch this letter burn.
*************************
I suppose this could be an alternate universe Carrots and Celery.-Blue

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My god! *cough gasp* hits chest! -- Karla, 14:01:46 07/27/04 Tue

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>WARNING: THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF >AVRIL. > ><U>Dreams of Home and Paradise</u> >Today I sit sipping >two-day-old coffee >as I write out a letter >I'll never have the nerve >to send > >"How's life out there >on your submarine. >Embraced by water, >do you miss these mountians, >do you dream of open >skies under which you rode >for hours. I did. > >"The call of trails and trees >drove me to drive away >from the seaside paradise >That I now call home. >I escaped this rocky solitude. >When I faced the Sierra's >I ran as fast as I could for the coast. >But I returned. > >"Did you escape too? >Is that why you >never write or call >or even acknowledge we once >slept in one bed >and huddled together >for comfort. >With one smile >you thawed icy resolve >to never fall in love. >You bastard broke >down walls erected >for protection. And then >when I laid raw and bleeding >prostrate before you, >you ran. >And then so did I. > >"Maybe I ran first. >I know I was always >looking for some evidence >that I could not trust you, >that after all the times >we laughed and played >You hated me still. >Thank god you betrayed me, >or else I think I still would love you. >I don't you know. >That part of me is buried. >(Though not completely dead.) > >"The last time I saw you, >(by the way, your girlfriend is pretty) >you looked exactly the same. >That scared me, >How can you not have changed these years? >What youth was killed so you could >remain 17? Without you I had >to grow up a little. >If I'd kept you, >would I have stayed the same too? >Would we, the ones made of fire, >have at last been frozen in one place? >So this is goodbye >to my love. I finally moved on, >I escaped. Now so can you. > >"But if you ever >want to stop by >for any sort of reason. >Yo know where I am, >I'll be here, >at home waiting >For the nerve to run away again." > >One hour later, I will watch this letter burn. >************************* >I suppose this could be an alternate universe Carrots >and Celery.-Blue
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